Big Tit's and Marigolds

This is a work of fiction. We all need an Amy like this in our lives! 


I'd had a crush on Amy since the first time I laid eyes on her. Working in a huge hotel can be daunting but my colleagues put me at ease. I had been working there a month but still hadn't spoken to Amy yet. She seemed very shy and as a shy guy myself it meant we saw one another here and there but never spoke. Perils of always being busy as well I suppose. 


Amy was around my age (24) and worked in the kitchen as one of the many chef's. She wasn't afraid to get stuck in and help the pot washers and keep things running smoothly. I, myself, worked with the accountantcy department as a trainee accountant, so as you can imagine we didn't see much of one another. 


That was until thanksgiving. It was the busiest we had been since I joined and everyone was working hard to keep the place running seamlessly. 


‘Dan, we're okay here. So why don't you go and see if other areas need an extra hand. I know it's not your job but if you can help it would be much appreciated.’ My boss Neil looked up from his laptop and spoke to me. 


‘Sure boss, I'll go and see if the kitchen needs an extra hand.’ I smiled back. Truth is I wanted the chance to be around Amy to get to know her a little more. if I could help her department out, even better. 


‘Thanks Dan, I appreciate that.’ Neil smiled with a raised eyebrow. As I walked out the room oblivious to his smirk Neil looked at our colleague Zena and laughed. ‘I think he likes someone in the kitchen.’ Zena laughed and replied ‘Oh, if it’s who I think it is then he's in deep trouble.’ Their laughter could be heard by me as I walked away. 


I made my way to the kitchen and offered my help to the head chef. He gladly accepted and put me on pot washing duties. I'll be honest I tried to sneak glances at Amy and the rest of the crew as I worked away in my Marigolds, but it was just too busy. I must have looked a strange sight wearing a suit, pinny and Marigolds. But after several hours the dinner service came to an end. I still had tons of pots and plates to clean as one by one the chefs finished and left the kitchen. 


I was so focused on washing up I didn't notice Amy standing beside me and putting on some Marigolds. She silently stood beside me and picked up a pan to help me. It made me jump as I was suddenly aware I wasn't alone. 


‘Woah, there, don't panic. I'm just here to help.’ Her dark hair tied up in a bun she still managed to look a million dollars. Her sexy voice made my cock twitch in excitement. She laughed at my obvious discomfort at being scared. 


‘Shit, sorry, I thought I was alone.’I managed to somehow say coherently. Amy nodded back and smiled. We continued to work away in mutual silence for a while, me being unable to speak to her. My shyness around women was really a curse. It took me a few weeks just to be comfortable around Zena. 


‘You know, I've been keeping an eye on you Dan. Betcha didn't think I even knew your name.’I looked at Amy in confusion. I had no idea what was going on. 


‘I saw the look of appreciation you gave me when you were doing your first tour of the Hotel. It’s one I'm used to. But strangely unlike everyone else who's come before you. You haven't made any move to get into my panties. It has me very, very curious.’ Amy had stopped washing up and I felt her Marigolds wrap around my cock, by now hard as it'll ever be and throbbing at this sudden change in electricity in the kitchen. 


‘Yet your cock tells me you want me just like every other guy previously has. You intrigue me Dan. What's your deal?’ She moved her fingers up to my pants and within seconds, before I could speak, they had been undone by her dexterous fingers and with them my underwear came off next. She slid her Marigolds down the shaft of my cock and made her way to my testicles. Moments later they firmly enclosed around them and she began squeezing hard. My knees buckled instantly from the sudden pain in my balls. It shot a sharp message to my brain that screamed ‘surrender’ without me being able to utter a word. I sank to my knees as Amy squatted down keeping her fingers wrapped hard around my aching and burning balls. 


‘I asked you a question Dan. I expect an answer. What's your fucking deal boy?’ Her face was in resting bitch mode and I desperately clawed at her hands to relieve the pressure on my balls. 


‘Please, Amy, stop. I'm begging you.’ I desperately tried to appeal to her. 


‘Answer my question first. I'm beginning to lose patience.’ Amy emphasized this by suddenly squeezing even harder. With her free hand she began undoing the buttons on her top to reveal her ample and fucking huge cleavage. 


‘I like you, but I find it difficult to talk to women. I'm extremely shy.’ I managed to utter out. By now I had sunk onto my back and Amy's grip on my balls was strong. 


‘Hmmmmm, well I'll be the judge on whether I believe you or not. But first I'm going to have some fun.’ She leans right down. Her legs are keeping my own spread apart. I watch in horror as she manages to grab my cock and balls with one hand and tuck them between her huge tits with her free hand. My cock and balls were now being crushed between Amy's huge tits. Her head is blocking my view from this all and I just knock the back of my head hard against the hard floor as the pain floods my brain. 


I blink as tears form in my eyes. All I can see through my blurred vision is Amy's face. It's hard to read, she isn't smiling like she's enjoying herself. But she doesn't look angry like I've pissed her off. I'm struggling with my emotions as my cock begins to shrink between her crushing tits. Incredibly Amy gasps in shock as if it's something she hasn't experienced before. 


‘Shit, that's never happened before. Stay hard for me Dan. That's an order.’ I'm completely flaccid now and all strength and energy has disappeared from my body. She has me completely under her control but my cock isn't behaving. At least according to her desires. Amy quickly removes my cock and balls from her crushing titty grip and grips it with her Marigolds. She spits on the tip of my cock and let's her saliva slowly descend down my floppy shaft before she begins stroking it fast. With her free hand she begins slapping my cock, gentle but effectively.


‘Come on boy, get hard for me. NOW!’ Her sweet and sexy voice, sounding so demanding, begins to have the desired effect. I slowly begin to get hard again. 


‘There's a good boy.’ Amy releases her grip on my cock and stops slapping it. She puts her right knee onto my tender balls and my head snaps up as I feel the wind suddenly disappear from my chest at the sudden pressure on my balls. 


‘Now it's slapping practice.’Amy menacingly says. I reels back as she lands a hard slap to the left side of my face. The sting on my cheek suddenly wakes me up. Before I can even think of defending myself she slaps the other cheek. The feeling of Marigolds stinging my face makes me gasp. 


‘Why, why are you doing this to me?’ I croak towards Amy as she continues to slap my face. 


‘Because I can Dan. And because all you want is to get that cock of yours between my legs. That's all every guy wants from me.’ I can see the pain within her face now. Like the hurt from being used in the past has suddenly made its way to the surface. And she's making my balls and face pay the price. 


I place my hands around her thighs in a desperate attempt to try and relieve the pressure her knee has on my balls. She continues to slap my face. I make one last appeal to her. 


‘You've tarnished me unfairly. I'm still a virgin. I just wanted to get to know you. To see if we were compatible. I don't deserve this.’ My eyes pleaded with Amy. 


Without a word she released my balls from underneath her knees. She gripped my balls with one hand and began punching my balls with her other one. 


‘Nice try, you almost had me fooled.’ I shook with fear, pain rippling throughout my balls and brain. My stomach began cramping as I watched her Marigolds punch me into utter submission. She was relentless, pounding my balls like some meat that needed tenderizing. I didn't stand a chance. My cock was being kept hard by occasional strokes from her Marigolds. Her face became contorted with rage. Like my balls were being punished for another guy’s mistreatment of her. 


I stopped moaning and groaning as I became numb suddenly to the pain. My eyes rolled back as I waited for the inevitable. I didn't care anymore what she did to me. I felt nothing but contempt for her. I doubt I'd ever trust a woman again. Her damaged past was going to damage me forever. 


‘Do you want me to stop Dan, go on beg me to stop.’ Amy scowled at me. Trying to get a reaction from me. 


‘Just do what you want. I don't care anymore.’ tears of pain and anguish cascaded silently from my face. I was beyond sobbing now. I was resigned to my fate. 


Then she just got up and walked away. Not a word was said. The look on her face told me she was confused. She hadn't expected my reaction. I doubt she suddenly felt compassion for my tears. I doubt she felt any kind of care towards my wellbeing. It was like a nerve had been struck and she had to walk away. I don't know why. But whatever it was she left me there. 


It took me an hour to get up off the floor. My balls were red and swollen and the pain was almost unbearable. I slowly finished the pots, pans and plates and left. 


The psychological scarring from that night would last much longer. It went very deep. I worked at the hotel for another few years but never once spoke to Amy. I didn't make any effort to befriend anyone after that. My colleagues had noticed a change in me. Eventually once qualified and with experience I went into business for myself. I needed to get away from that place. The memories were too painful. 


I hated Marigolds with a passion now. 


A year after leaving the hotel I went into the coffee shop for my usual morning expresso. It had been three years since my encounter with Amy. As I turned around with my coffee to leave I was blocked from leaving by a person. I looked up from my coffee cup and saw a familiar person in front of me. 


‘Hi Dan. Long time, no see. How bout we go somewhere quiet for a catch up?’ I looked at her in shock. It was Amy. And she looked fucking stunning. But I was still very scared of her. 


‘No, thanks, I'm rather busy today. Perhaps some other time.’ I give my best fake smile and go to walk away. But she blocked me again. This could get ugly real quick. I wasn't in a good mood. 


‘Dan, we need to talk. Please?’ I sigh and nod my head. We walk to a quiet area of the park near my office. I sit down on a bench and Amy paces backwards and forwards for a few moments. Like she's searching for the right words. Sorry shouldn't be that difficult to say. 


But she just faces me and steps towards me. Before I realize what's going on her knee high boot finds it's way between my legs and plants itself against my cock and balls. She slowly begins vibrating her boot against my balls. I instinctively grab her boot but I'm unable to remove her boot from my balls. I look into her eyes. She's smiling at me. 


‘Dan, don't worry. I've just got a proposition for you. Hear me out.’ 


I had no choice but to listen to what she had to say…..